The Poetry Pages
Friendship (2)
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that Loving breast of thine
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old-long-syne?
-- Robert Burns. Auld Lang Syne.
There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart.
-- Charlotte Brontë. Parting.
- Birthdays Are an Annual Excuse
- For You, my Friend, the Happiest of Birthdays
- Happy Birthday Late, and Also Ever
- "Happy Birthday" Means Much More
- Happy Birthday to a Special Friend
- A Valentine
- A Valentine (2)
- Seeking Shelter
- How Do I Know?
- The Three Guides
- I Did Not Live
- Auld Lang Syne
- To A Distant Friend
- Parting
- When Last We Parted
- Sundered Paths
- The Fallen Rose
- Friendship
- To a Friend
- They That Have Power To Hurt
- Absence (4)
- The Pastor
- Celia
- To Anthea
